You are nothing to me but rainfall.
I roll you off my shoulders.
Dry you out of my hair.

You are nothing to me but snowfall.
I shovel you off my walk ways.
Keep you out and keep warm.

We were nothing but a change in weather.
People change as seasons do.

But still I can't stop the tides from rising.
I can't stop myself from falling.
You are nothing until clouds roll in, again.